minors dni.

It is no surprise that you are more coherent than Valko during sex.

For a man who could command an entire boardroom without breaking a sweat all the while making his shareholders comply to his whims, it was gratifying to see him be reduced to this whimpering mess.

It didn't matter if he was above you, thrusting into you so hard that the bed frame rattled, the sound of skin slapping against skin loud as he buried himself in so deep you could feel him in your throat. With just the right stimulation and the slightest tightening of your walls around his length, he would lose his composure, groaning into your shoulder, his cock pumping against you in a frenzied rhythm.

He would never make you beg. Pleasing you was his first priority. In every possible way. Even if it meant subjecting himself to your sweet, little torture.

Even in the delirious state he was in, with every muscle and bone in his body protesting, if you quietly told him to stop, all movements would cease. His entire body thrumming with tension, shaking above you as you finally catch a breath, wrapping a leg around his waist, your heel digging into his ass and pushing him deeper. Your moan is eclipsed by his groan, by the effort it is taking him to listen to you.

"Who's my good boy, hm?" Fingers tugging at his hair, you'd pull his head back as a whimper lodges in the back of his throat while you kiss your way down the side of his neck, his rock-hard cock throbbing inside your pussy.

He wouldn't make you beg. You would.

You've been edging him for what seems like hours now, you've cum twice in the process and everytime you've made him stop. Forced him to feel every contraction of your walls, feel the way they sucked him in as he hovered above you, whining into your skin in desperation.

Right now, he can't even find his voice to answer you as you pepper kisses on his skin, sucking your mark under his ear where he was most sensitive, overstimulated to the point of no return as his eyes roll to the back of his head. His cock is twitching, the thick vein running on the underside dragging against your gummy walls.

"Go ahead" You whisper, feeling the hair on his skin rise, his ears perking up at the husky command, getting ready to please you in whichever way you demanded of him "Say the magic words"

"I love you"

Your entire body goes rigid beneath him, his tail that had been wildly swishing behind him ever since you told him to stop suddenly goes limp at your reaction and his realization at the words that spilled past his lips. His eyes are wide like he can't believe he said it to you, here, dropping the bomb out of nowhere in the worst possible situation.

He goes to sit up, hands letting go of you only to flail about as he tries to explain his way out of it. This is not how he intended to confess his feelings. You deserved better. You deserved a proper confession after a proper date with flowers and gifts and-

Your arms lock around his neck before he can pull away from you completely, hauling his face down to yours till your noses brush against each other.

"Say it again" Your voice is a whisper, afraid any higher octave might shatter the spell.

"I love you" He repeats, no hesitation in his voice as his hands find their way back on your skin.

"You love me?" Your voice is disbelieving, laughter filled with self-pity escaping you "You" The word is emphasized "-love me?"

Wrapping his arms around your back, Valko lifts you into his arms and into his embrace, face finding its home in the crook of your neck to press a reassuring kiss to your skin "Yes. For the longest time" He pulls back to look at you, to show you his sincerity "I have been hopelessly and irrevocably in love with you. God, I'm crazy about you"

"Val" You warn under your breath "Don't mess with me"

"I'm not-"

"Because I love you too"

Valko's restraint snaps, slamming into you so deep that your back arches, hips bucking up against his pulsating length as his release crashes over him and he takes you down with him. Thighs trembling, you feel thick spurts of his cum lining your walls till he's gushing out of your sensitive folds.

His entire body has you trapped beneath him, robbing you of air as he hides his face into the sheets, over your shoulder, his neck and ears red from embarrassment. It's only when you start giggling does he pull back, pouting at you.

"I love you, you silly doofus" You tell him, kissing his nose.

"I don't think you should be allowed to say that in bed" His face is burning, tail swishing behind him in elation.

"And you can?"

"Well" He's nuzzling against you again, entire body rubbing against yours "You're obviously better at handling it"

Only because he isn't. You had him wrapped around your finger and loved every second of it.

Years down the line, nothing changes. He's still just as eager to get you in bed even if he knows you're not going to make it easy for him.

"Are you gonna be good for me?" You're on his lap, cooing at him as he fights his natural instincts to take over and fuck you into next week while you grind your pussy down on him.

Whimpers escape him, conceding to you as you bite down on his nipple "Use your words, baby"

"Yes, yes. I will be so good" Fingers digging into your waist, he's resisting the urge to bounce you on his cock with the way you're dragging this out. He's going to try and use underhanded tricks to make you surrender first any second now.

When he sets his sights on you head on, you know it's coming "I love you" His hands are spanning the expanse of your back, waist and ass, digging into each cheek to prompt you to move, bounce, grind- do something, anything "Baby, please-"

"Always?" You circle your hips around his length, your pelvis grinding into him before you rise till he's almost completely out.

You're waiting on him to say the magic words that you so love, knowing he's about concede the way his half-lidded eyes flutter and his body goes taut, strung tight like a bow waiting to snap as his voice cracks when he pleads with you.

"Fuck yes- God, please. I bought a ring last week and booked a venue and I'll always, always be good to you so please just-" When you slam back down on him, his breath catches, voice barely carrying over to you "-give me a chance to make you the happiest girl in the world"

You and your boyfriend were just coming down from your highs, after spending hours and hours of him fucking you like he was in heat.

You were curled up in his embrace, still panting, when he reached over to swipe away the hair stuck to your skin. He shifted his body to hold you a bit more comfortably, but the movement caught onto his knot still buried deep inside you, making you wince.

“Ah– fuck you and your stupid dick, val,” you pouted, gripping his shoulders to stop him from moving any further.

He smirked down at you, canines poking through and glinting in the dim light of your bedroom. 

“Oh? You don’t like my dick now?” He reached over to squish your cheeks together. “Weren't you just the one going, 'Valko, ah, ah– '” He started mocking you in a high-pitched tone. 

Your eyes widened, and you gasped as you punched his chest. 

“ –Val, don't stop. Please don't–” he continued, adding obnoxious squeals. Now you were hitting his chest repeatedly, but of course, it had no effect on the giant idiot.

“You stupid wolf–”

He clutched both of your hands with one of his, stopping your squirming and pulling your body closer, enveloping your frame entirely.

“Alright, alright, I’m sorry, puppy.” You could practically feel his smug expression, telling you he was anything but sorry. Still, he used his free hand to smush your face into his chest, making you relax under his warmth.

“I wuv you val,” you murmured against his skin, your words muffled, yet he understood you perfectly. He bent down a little, pressing a kiss on top of your head.

his eyebrows are still furrowed but softer now that you're in his presence. you tug on his hair like ratatouille and he's so surprised by the force that he yelps and actually goes with you. of course, he catches you and steers you back to center. the giggles are off the charts as valko has been accustomed with your silly ways. you comb his hair back and scratch his scalp as he taps away on his keyboard.

you try and ask questions to see if you can rile him up but he is genuinely so happy with answering them.

"whatcha doin?" i'm just finishing these reports honey bunches of oats, i'll be done in 10 minutes max.

"what does that mean?" it's just an identifier we use for the different types of metals we have.

"what should we have for dinner?" mmm, maybe that yummy chicken you made last week. i thought about it this morning.

"who's my pretty boy?" you reach under his chin and give him the lightest scratch. his eyes sparkle as he looks up at you, giving you that love sick puppy smile that shows his canines.